A Day in the Sun at Mirleft

We spent most of the day today reading and getting sun at our wonderful hotel, Dar Najmat.  

This small hotel, with just a half dozen rooms, is located on a promontory overlooking a beach with very powerful waves, too strong for most surfers or swimmers.  We are just south of the town of Mirleft, so it is very quiet here…all that we hear, both during the day and at night, is the sound of the surf pounding the beach just a few metres away from the hotel.  

Right outside our room is a large wooden deck that surrounds the swimming pool, with wooden beach chairs all around, to catch the soft, gentle Moroccan sun.  

And that’s just what we do for most of the day today – catch the sun’s rays while reading or just relaxing.  Late in the afternoon, we decide to drive into the town of Mirleft, to have a look.  It is just a few minutes north of Dar Najmat, and it looks charming, with one main street, perhaps two blocks long, filled with small restaurants, bait and tackle shops, and a couple of cafes.  The signs for the businesses are painted on the walls above the entrances, in what were once bright colors, but are now faded into muted pastels from the sun. 

Taking advantage of this time of year, when there are few tourists, the entire town seems to be under construction. Individual stores are being renovated left and right, and even the street’s pavement is being replaced – now it is just a dirt track, with the store entrances almost a meter above the street level.  

After a quick drive-through, we decide that we were blessed to find the nicest place in town to stay, and we happily drive back to Dar Najmat.  

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About juleslandsman

I live, when not traveling, in Sweetwater, Colorado, located in between Vail and Aspen, and in Kohukohu, a small town on the Hokianga Harbour in New Zealand. I write travelogues, memoirs, and reflections when I'm not skiing, biking, or otherwise outdoors. I retired recently from a career in the financial services industry that spanned more than twenty-five years.
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